Sold at the Auction(12)

But the alpha didn't care. He was here for one reason only and that was  to take me, setting be damned. It probably wouldn't matter if we were in  a barren cabin with a single bunk, he'd have me on that thin mattress,  pounding me hard within two minutes.

So yes, I came hard with his mouth in my butt because he was everything  that I wasn't. He had money, prestige, power, and so much sensuality at  his fingertips that I was a slave before him, powerless to resist, doing  everything he commanded.

"Lift up your leg," he ground out, blue gaze searing my cunt as I stood in the tub.

And without thinking, I obeyed immediately, my right leg dripping with  water as I lifted it to the tub ledge, baring my pussy to him.

"Yes, touch me there," I breathed, watching with wide eyes as a big hand  delved into my folds, running slickly through the wetness before giving  my clit a playful niggle.

"Oh!" I gasped.

And the big man shot me a mischievous glance, blue eyes dancing even as his fingers stroked more.

"Not a lot of practice down here, huh?" he remarked casually, hulking form sitting on the ledge as he shaved me bare.

And I could barely answer, my head tipped back, eyes closed, loving the  sensuousness of it all, his touch on my privates, his gaze eating up my  boobs, my tummy, my hips, my sweet pink twat, dropping the occasional  kiss on my pussy. Because what could I say? I was a virgin, absolutely  untouched, and he knew it. The camera during the auction had already  verified my hymen, zooming in close to show that unbroken piece of  tissue. So what could I do? I was just me, nothing more, nothing less.

But evidently, Mr. Black's had experience with virgins before because  his questions were so direct, penetrating to the heart of the matter.         

     



 

"Are you an ass virgin?" he ground out, eyes blazing as his fingertips probed my anal hole gently, testing me there.

I gasped. What did he mean, ass virgin? Of course I was, who's a pussy virgin without being an anal virgin as well?

But the big man read my mind and merely shrugged.

"There are sluts out there who've been buttfucked a thousand times  without letting a man into their pussy," he ground out. "You never know,  girls are sly these days."

And I gasped at the dirty words, the filth that came so easily to him. I  should have been offended, shocked, going cold and clammy. But instead,  the words titillated me, my body running hot with heat, centering in my  pussy, making me warm, wet and sloppy again. Because I loved hearing  him talk like this, loved the nasty words, his sentences straight from  the gutter. I should have been disgusted, my skin crawling with spiders,  but instead, all it did was turn me on more, crank me up until I  thought I might melt, come all over his hand.

And I did. I melted way too soon. I wanted to wait for his dick, thought  it was my job almost. After all, don't men buy virgins so that they can  put their dicks in? So that they can penetrate that hymen, make a girl  theirs forever? But I was so inexperienced that I couldn't hold back.  Because when his tongue touched my anus, I lost it, everything was so  wrong and yet so right, so beyond anything that I'd ever dreamed of, and  when he said "Now," it was like my body was no longer my own, I obeyed  instantaneously.

So with a shudder, a choked scream, and a shriek, I came hard, with his  tongue in my ass, giving it up as that slick muscle probed my back end,  his fingers stroking my clit, running wetly through my folds. And oh  god, but it felt good. I'd never imagined a man shaving me back there,  much less licking my anus, so I lost it over and over again, the  dirtiness factor pushing me over the edge until I careened into  darkness, spinning out mile by mile, head over heels, helpless to him.

And as I circled back to earth, my breath caught because he was still  lapping lightly at my ass, kissing my dark star gently while stroking  lightly at my fleshy cheeks.

"You taste good, baby girl," he ground out with a sly grin. "Your ass is delicious."

And I shuddered once more, the words themselves sending me over the edge  again, far beyond what my virgin ears had ever heard, what my dirtiest  dreams had ever contemplated. Like he could read my mind, Mr. Black  merely stroked me some more, those blue eyes gleaming.

"Any part of you is mine to touch, to taste," he ground out. "Your body  is mine, just like any part of my body is yours to touch and taste, tit  for tat."

And that brought me back to my senses somewhat. Because Mr. Black had  taken me on a sensuous journey, shaved me back and front, made me come  with the dirtiest of kisses, attention to a part of me that I'd always  regarded taboo, and yet I'd done nothing for him. And his penis looked  almost painful at the moment, hard, stiff as a board, deep purple and  angry-looking, cum dripping off the tip to pool on the bathroom floor.

"But Mr. Black," I murmured, cheeks coloring. "I haven't done anything for you, and  …  I want to make you feel good too."

He grinned then, although there was a painful edge to the smile.

"I know honey, thank you, I appreciate it. But as much as I want it too,  this first time is gonna be all about you. Because we haven't even  started yet, baby, I haven't penetrated you, not really, you've just  felt some tongue and a little finger. But it doesn't matter because  you're a virgin and I want you to savor everything, to open up the world  of bit by bit, I'm gonna teach you, make you feel so good."

I colored then, cheeks going hot, although immediately, shame coursed  through my body. Because I wasn't supposed to want to be with him, to  learn all these sexual lessons with Mr. Black as my tutor, my guide in  the world of love, stroking, caressing, instructing me in countless  dirty ways. I was a prisoner, I reminded myself, here against my will  and I was supposed to hate him, to fight against my bonds.

So I made myself rebel, even in a small way.

"Do you know if my friend Rachel is okay?" I asked timidly. "We came to  Vegas together and I think she was going to go up for auction too."

So much for my big rebellion. It was more like a whimper, a plea for information.

Mr. Black chuckled, although the painful edge to his voice was still  there. Unsurprising, given that his dick was rock hard, glossy with  trickles of pre-cum, pointed straight at me, demanding attention. And my  mouth grew dry, opening unconsciously, ready to taste, to suckle the  hardness, feel it between my lips.         

     



 

But he merely nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure she's gonna be fine," he ground out. "All the dudes in  the club are fine, they're not nice guys, but they're not criminals  either."

Some consolation that was. Okay, so we weren't with a bunch of felons,  but that was hardly comforting given that you could be an evil person  without technically committing a crime or going to jail. So I tried  again, pushing the point a little further.

"Our handler gave her something to drink and it knocked her out," I  said, voice more firm this time. "After two sips she was out like a  light, is she gonna be okay?"

The big man frowned then, his hand lightly going up and down his dick. I  guess the waiting was getting to him, and I watched, hungry, as a vein  pulsed along the shaft, beating hard with arousal. My mouth opened  again, ready to take him, a small hand raised to stroke, but he shook  his head, warning me away.

"Naw baby," he ground out, "this first time is all about you. Just  watch," he commanded. "And honey, I'm sure your friend is okay, again,  my friends are the buyers here and I know every single one of them.  They're not nice dudes, but they're not crooks either, she'll be okay,  trust me."

And with that, he began pulling at his dick, stroking it in earnest, his  chest and abs going tight as he worked that massive shaft. I gulped,  kneeling in the tub as I watched, the water lapping my nubile form. Oh  god, it looked so good, this huge, hard man sitting on the ledge, thighs  tensed, jaw tight as he fisted himself. And his penis was so beautiful  too. At least ten inches, it stuck out straight from his waist, the tip  waving in the air, fingers forming a tight vise, wet squelching sounds  sounding out as he rubbed up and down.

"Hear that, baby girl?" he ground out. "Hear those wet sucking sounds?  That's my pre-cum, there's so fucking much of it because you're so  fucking sexy."

And the words heated me up, I wanted to help him, I wanted to be a part  of this even if he wouldn't let me touch him the first time. So I rose  up on my knees and began playing with my breasts, circling my nipples  with my fingers, stroking the hard nubs, squeezing and massaging the  creamy white flesh.

"Oh Mr. Black," I sighed, "come for me, come for me."

The big man's eyes were glued to my tits, the sensuous way I touched  myself, the way I rolled my nipples with my fingers, corkscrewing a bit  before pulling off the tips with an audible pop. And then I pulled out  the grand finale. Ever since I my Double Ds came in, I've been able to  do something that only big-breasted girls can do, it'd been impossible  when I was small. I lifted a tit to my mouth, licking the nipple,  kissing myself, sucking the tip before lifting my other tit and doing  the same, lightly running my tongue over the hard flesh, tasting my pink  strawberry and moaning lightly.